ANDREW woke up at the crack of dawn. He could barely sleep the rest of the night. His restless mind and body tossed and turned for hours. He woke up in a cold sweat twice before. Sighing heavily, he put his robe back on. He went back to his room to wake Abby. She was sitting up, reading messages on her phone when he walked back into the room.

“Good morning,” she said as she stretched.

“Good morning, Abby. Had a nice sleep?”

“Excellent,” she answered. “How about you?”

He hesitated. “Not too bad.”

“Do you have trouble sleeping a lot?” She asked, getting off the bed to snuggle in his arms.

He stiffened up for a split second. The woman was direct. He didn’t know how to answer, without getting into the details of Emma.

“Sometimes,” he answered briefly.

She looked up at him, and caressed the side of his face with one hand. “I’m a good listener, you know? You can tell me anything. Remember, I may be young, but I’ve seen a lot. And I know firsthand that sometimes, it feels better after you share.”

He held her close, but didn’t reply. He wasn’t ready. Still, he was glad for her effort.

“Are you hungry?” He finally mustered.

“Starving,” she answered pulling away gently. “But you know what I need more?”

“What’s that?”

“Two things, really. I’ll let you in on the first one.”

“And what might that be?”

He pushed the robe off his shoulders. “First, a heaping dose of Andrew all over me.”

He smiled, letting the robe fall. He gathered her in his arms and fell back into bed with her, holding her firmly so she wouldn’t get hurt on the way down. She pulled at him so he would roll on top. He did. Abby stretched out, opening her legs as his fingers danced across her face. She was naked underneath him. A morning quickie—that was what she wanted. And this morning, he was ready to deliver.

He shifted over to relax beside her and slid his hand down her stomach. His fingers caressed lower and she moaned, anticipating the coming pleasure. His thick, strong digits went to work. Doing the things only he could do to her was worth a little lost sleep. He found her clit and circled the sensitive flesh with a delicate pressure of his fingertips. He took the nub between his thumb and forefinger and pulled a teasing rhythm. It was a rhythm he was looking forward to re-creating with a slightly different part of his anatomy.

She moaned again. He moved lower still, and caressed her lips, one after the other. She silently told him she wanted him to touch her elsewhere. She shifted on the bed, trying to get him to the right spot. Chuckling behind her ear, he ‘tsked’ at her impertinence. She growled. He knew what she wanted, and still denied her temporarily.

If this was a quickie, they had a difference of opinion on its meaning.

He returned to her clit. She panted and whimpered as he built the tension. Slipping back to her slit, he plunged a finger inside, curving it to stroke and tap against her G-spot. She bucked. Her eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy.

He eased another finger inside and she groaned, tilting her pelvis to what may have been a new, better angle for her. She cried out. He stroked sloppily in her wetness, hoping he was giving her everything she could hope for or ever want. She met every thrust with a lift of her own.

“Andrew…” she purred. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

“Yes?”

“Your. Cock. Now.” She ground out through clenched teeth.

“Get on top,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes, turning onto her side to grin at him. He learned quickly; this was her favorite position. She peeked under the sheets, staring at his erect cock with eagerness.

She hurriedly positioned herself on top of him, as though she expected him to change his mind. She straddled his legs, and dipped down to kiss his mouth, his eyes, his throat, his chest, his belly. She mouthed the words “thank you” and he almost burst out laughing. She took his cock in her hand and stroked him, and he swelled even further. She pumped him until he was close to climax, probably building him up as much as he had done to her a few minutes before. No matter what, they were going to come together; he promised himself.

She lifted one leg until his cock was poised right under her pussy, and penetrated herself with him slowly. She sat down, achingly slow. It must have been payback. He could tease her, so she definitely could tease him back. He chalked it up to fair play and let her have her moment.

Pressing his hand firmly onto her ass, he pulled her in tight and moved deeper inside her. His cock throbbed against her tight channel. Abby shivered. Her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure spiraled out from where their bodies were joined, tightening around his cock each time she came.

He rocked her back and forth, and felt his cockhead hit yet another depth in her core. Her clit rubbed against his girth. She was coming again. Andrew roared as she rode him harder and faster. It was an incoherent noise—even for him—borne of pure thwarted desire.

“Please come for me, Andrew,” she begged. No sweeter words had ever been spoken.

She curled her body over his willing, raging cock, lifting her hips up and down, forward and backward. She ground her hips down against his groin. He glanced up at her between their bodies. There was nothing but moist pussy against the base of his cock. They were complete.

Her inner walls clutched his cock even more tightly. He started to explode. The surge of electric, tantalizing sensation—the final breaking point—grasped his body, and he shook, anticipating his release. Her pussy contracted again around his cock and kept him buried deep, as his own body took over. His hands dug into her hips and held on tight, lifting his thighs and ramming his cock as deep as possible inside.

She was screaming now, yelling her pleasure to the rising sun. He moved up one hand to her long blonde hair. He admired her for a moment. Her back was arched, head and neck thrust backward. Her breathing was heavy, hoarse. Her voice raw and throaty and addictive.

When he erupted, his entire body bucked. He had to grab her waist to keep her from being knocked off her perch. He shuddered through his own, extended climax, with Abby rocking gently on him, cradling his waist and enjoying the afterglow.

She collapsed across his chest. He couldn’t be happier.

* * *

Andrew turned to her when he found his strength again.

“What was the second thing?”

“What?” she asked sleepily.

“You said there were two things you needed.”

“Oh,” she answered, rolling to her side to face him. “I need a seriously long run this morning. My body is aching for a good sweat, after those few days with my busted ankle.”

“There’s a gym downstairs, with several treadmills. You can work out before I get you home. How’s that?”

“I have a better idea.”

“Really? And what would you like to do?”

“Do you want to put on some running gear, swing by my place, and hit the boardwalk with me? In my neck of the woods?”

“Sure. Sounds like fun.”

“And I promise, I won’t show you up too badly,” she teased. “I know you musclebound men can’t limber up enough to stretch those legs out like this lean gazelle you see resting beside you.”

“Hold on there.” He laughed. “You should know that this musclebound man limbers up every day on his home gym treadmill, between pumping the iron, and on the odd elliptical from time to time.”

“That I’d like to see,” she joked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What, are you a betting woman?”

“Me? I never bet for real money.”

“Then what would you like to wager on?”

“I can think of a few things.” Abby was such a tease. He was getting hard just thinking about what she would bet on. “How about dinner? I’ll make you dinner from scratch tonight if you run farther and faster than yours truly.”

“That sounds fair. And what if you win?”

“I’ll do whatever you want to do to me.”

“That sounds like a win for me, either way.”

“We both win, to be precise.”

“Okay. I accept. So… anything?”

“Anything.”

“I should warn you. You’re taking a big risk.”

“Try me.”

“Okay. Fair enough. If you beat me, after your seminar tomorrow, you are going to fly back to Lake Tahoe with me, and stay with me there until Sunday.”

She looked at him and smiled.

“I told you, you’re taking a big risk, Abby.”

“I accept.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I was willing to stay there until Sunday when we were trying to figure out the best plan for everyone to get back here. Why wouldn’t I go back now?”

“Awesome.” He leaned in and kissed her soft lips. “For the record, I may cheat and let you win this time.”

“No fair, big guy.”

“How does that saying go? All’s fair in war and wagers?”

“Funny. By the way, what were you going to ask me at dinner last night?”

“Oh yes. I almost forgot. Two things actually, one of which you’re already agreeing to do as part of our bet. The other was whether you were interested in going out on the yacht tonight. We won’t go into the open water, just a leisurely cruise around the Bay for a few hours.

“That sounds magical. I’d love to.”

“Great. I’ll set it up.”

“Let’s get ready. I gotta be at my seminar at ten this morning. ”